Sub for a Week (3 page)

"Sex?
I don't know."

"You
don't
know?"

I shrugged. What more did he want me to say? Up until a few months ago, I felt close to nothing under the belt. Porn, short flings, none of it interested me. Not until Daniel. And I didn't even know what it was about him that intrigued me more, the fact that he was one of the only Doms I'd ever worked with, or his small performance issue that we'd more than likely put to rest just a few weeks ago.

"What about the sex?" Daniel asked, continuing his barrage of questions. "Did you like it?"

"What kind of question is that?" I asked, trying to decide if I should laugh or cry.

"Look, we aren't getting anywhere, so I'm just going to say it. You aren't attracted to the opposite sex or otherwise. Did you or do you have a low libido?"

Hell no.
"No." If anything, I couldn't shut the damned thing off.

He smirked. "I see."

"Okay, professor, you mind cluing me in now?"

"Have you ever sought help for your ... lack of interest?"

I frowned. "For your information, I have. Not that it helped."

"Of course it wouldn't." When I looked up at him, Daniel continued. "You're trained to overanalyze. It's what we do best. It's what keeps your clients and my subs safe. So it makes complete sense that getting checked out by someone in your field would leave you more frustrated than when you first walked in. And this is exactly what I've been trying to say all night.
But what about a Dom?"

"As in what?
Mind games? You honestly think this can be helped with mind games?"

"Not mind games, love.
Submission.
But you need to be willing to let everything go. You need time off. I’ve never even heard of you taking a vacation. You're always available, which believe me, is a good thing for your patients. Not so much for you."

"I make my own hours."

"Good, then you can make your own vacation too."

"I can’t just up and leave. I have clients."

"Give yourself one week. It’s all I ask."

"And what?
If I was actually willing to do this—which I’m not—what can you do in one week?"

"I might not be able to reverse your personal training, but I can add to it. All I need is one week."

"I can’t. You’re a client."

"You’re fired. Problem solved."

"Problem not solved. Problem escalated. What will I tell my employer? You know I don't do this myself. I have a wall between me and my clients to—"

"To keep you safe."
He nodded. "And I understand that, I truly do. But I’ve seen you. You might not have tried, but bit by bit, I’ve learned who you are—the human behind the screen. You’ve done this much for me. Let me do the same for you."

"And what makes you think I'm into submission?"

"Come on, you said it yourself. You wanted to see how my subs faired after our sessions."

"As in meeting her, not becoming her."

"Well, why not do both. You already know that I train subs as well as keep my own. And if you don’t mind my being poly, then you won’t mind at least letting me try helping you."

But I didn’t want help.
I want you.
His personality alone was what drove me here tonight. Not the sessions we’d spent together or how attentive I knew he was not only to his own sexual desires but that of his partners. I’d spent evenings reading over our chat logs, just wondering what it was like to feel what they felt.

I’d had sex before, but it always felt like a chore to me—some expectation thrown at me by one guy or another. And now Daniel had that same expectation, or so I thought.

"So, this libido you have. What do you do with that energy? Ignore it?" Daniel asked.

"Of course not," I almost blurted out.

"Then why not let me help you? We can stop whenever you want, but I have a feeling your sexuality isn’t as dire as you might think. We just have to get you away from all things familiar."

"But you seem to forget the fact that I have many Dom and sub clients. It’s my business to know how this lifestyle works."

"Love, knowing how it works and actually experiencing it
are
two entirely different things." He held up a hand. "Let me finish. I think the main issue we have here is that you over think things. It's your job to do so, but you get so caught up in it, that you haven't allowed yourself to actually enjoy a relationship. Tell me something—do you find me attractive now that we've met?"

You were attractive before we met.
I chewed my bottom lip. "Yes."

"Then what's there for you to lose?"

My job.
I didn't say anything. I was sure he knew, and by the end of the evening, we parted ways, fully clothed, but not before he kissed me on the lips. It was a parting gesture.
Light.
Barely there.
But even as I drove home, all I could feel was the fire on my lips where he'd kissed me.

Chapter Two

A few days before my personal vacation, I logged on to chat with Daniel. We’d been spending the last handful of evenings going over the basics of BDSM, even though most of what we covered involved things I already knew.

"A refresher course can’t hurt," he’d said when I’d insisted I didn’t need any reminders.

He was right, of course. Given the fact that most of what I'd learned was either from my submissive clients or what I'd read in books, hearing it from him put a completely new spin on things. Sure, some of my dominant clients had explained their views in the past, but never with as much attention to detail. Just talking to Daniel about BDSM and what I might face next week put me on edge.

Drawing in a breath, I waded through our usual hellos and how-are-yous. When asked if he'd dominate me through IMs, he refused. There were Doms who could work with a sub without having her in the same room, or even the same state. Sadly, Daniel wasn't among them.

"I like to watch her reaction," he explained before disappointment could set in. "One thing I can't do for a sub over the computer is hold her. Comfort her. These are crucial, especially when she's as new to the scene as you are."

"But you have tried, haven't you?" I asked, thinking that's how he'd figured me out during some of our past sessions together.

"I've practiced many things. Long distance domination isn't one of them, and I don't want to. When I said I had experience with it, I was talking about sensing things over the screen. Trust me, all this prep work will be worth it."

And it probably was, but the more we talked, the more I wanted to learn.
To hear him.
See him.
Kiss
him.

I touched a finger to my lips. I still remembered the very light kiss he'd given me a few nights ago. I'd fantasized about it in the evenings before bed, even while we were still chatting online.

Making sure the volume was up so I could hear his replies, I closed my eyes.
Swallowed.
Wet my lips. I could
almost
taste him. When he kissed me back at the dungeon, I'd gone numb, but I couldn't forget the sweet taste of his lips.

Maybe I'd imagined it, but I didn't care. I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on by a man, let alone the memory of him.

Shifting in my chair, I leaned my head back. It sounded like Daniel was taking his time explaining safe words to me. Waiting more than five minutes for a reply either meant he was writing a book, thinking things over or tending to one of the couples in his dungeon.

We'd had the last evening or so to ourselves, without interruption. And while Daniel had kept our appointment, he warned me that replies could get delayed. They'd called him in to work when one of his employees called out. For now, it was a blessing in disguise.

The longer he took, the more time I had with the memory of him.
His eyes.
Those fucking lips!

I bit at my bottom lip, gently pinching one of my nipples through the fabric of my nightgown. The pinch did very little for me, but I forced myself to slow down. I could've just as easily gone right for my clit, but I knew that wasn't what he'd do once we met back at the dungeon, so I took my time.

Assured that my windows were covered and the door was shut, I lifted the gown over my head and let it fall to the floor. I moaned when the cool fabric of my chair brushed up against my back, but the discomfort was short-lived.

Without my gown getting in the way, I continued to fondle my breasts, imagining the fingers biting at my nipples belonged to Daniel. It took a lot of effort just to focus on what he could be doing to me, instead of what I was doing to myself. Luckily for me, I'd had a lot of practice with fantasies from books, so transitioning to ones about Daniel being in my room with me wasn't as much of a long shot as it might've seemed.

I pinched my nipple again.
Harder.
I moaned and twisted it until it
almost
hurt. A tremor made its way up my spine as the first tingle of arousal warmed my clit.

In the back of my mind, I imagined Daniel taking a fistful of hair and pulling back on it.
Of him kissing ... biting my neck.

I shivered as my fingers trailed down a little more, caressing my sides.
My hips.
Inside my thighs.
And still, I avoided my clit. If there was one thing I did know about Doms, it was how much of a tease they could be.
The wait will be worth it.

God, I hoped so! We hadn't even gotten on to the topic of sex or if it was even an option during my training, but everything else we covered drove me to these fantasies. They'd gotten so intense, that if I'd known his address, I would've probably driven over to him.
Guess it's a good thing the billing information is logged away by the owner of the site rather than the therapists who work with the clients.
Still, if only I'd had some of his information.
A phone number perhaps.

I shook my head. Hearing his voice would've made matters even worse. I wanted to remember him the way he was the other night.
Quite.
Gentle.
And at the same time, mysterious.

I'd helped him with his past anxieties, but in the end, I knew nothing about him. That alone made him even more desirable. Not to mention the fact that he owned a dungeon.

He's working, you know. You could always—
no. Daniel was right. Anything he had planned for us could wait until next week.

My hand moved again.
Up my thighs.
Along my panty line.
Against my pussy lips.
Fuck.
Even through the thin layer of fabric, I knew I was wet.
More so than usual.

Tightening my jaw, I arched my back away from the chair. I was half tempted to take off my underwear completely, but having them in place made this entire fantasy more erotic.

I drew in a breath, and my mouth watered at the familiar scent.
Spicy,
and a taste I hoped Daniel would enjoy.
You're doing it again.
I was getting ahead of myself. Sex hadn't even come up. Just safe words and—

"Oh, God," I breathed.

I'd gotten so wrapped up with the thought of him, of his lips on my
clit, that
I'd started to rock my hips. I grinded against my hand and held my breath. Pushing my underwear to the side, I parted my pussy lips with a finger.
Touched my clit.
Circled it.

I took my free hand and squeezed my breast
again,
applying more pressure each time I touched my clit.
Harder.
Faster.

I exhaled, fighting around a dizzy spell as the world slowly started to fall away. My orgasm was building. Close.
Closer.
Not close enough.

My arm shook, and I knew my back would be stiff in the morning. I didn't care. All that mattered was
my
his
fingers on my clit.
His lips on mine.
And those eyes...